Chapter Revised

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"Poor, orphaned Nina. Led to believe her parents are alive and well, when in truth, those people who she thinks are her parents... Aren't real." Her words ripped through my heart like a knife. She smiled darkly, turning the dagger deeper. My eyes stung as I blindy wrote a note telling I left early for school. My bag slung heavily on my shoulder, as I jumped out my bedroom window, landing awkwardly on the grass. I ran to Fabian's house, legs numb. I rang the doorbell and he answered.

"Nina? It so early in the moring." He said, surprised at my presence. He was smiling, then he saw me. Half-dressed, bed-ridden hair, red-rimmed eyes. The smile disappeared, a frown replacing it. He let me in and led us to his room. I sat at the foot of his bed. He knelt in front of me, studying my face. "What's wrong?" His voice soft. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I pressed my knuckles to my eyes, trying to stop the tears but they flowed down my cheek. Fabian's arms wound around me, pulling me to him.

"I-I'm so s-s-stupid." I sobbed into his shirt, wet with my tears. "I'm an-n idiot!" He held me tighter, making comforting noises. We waited for me to calm down. When I did, he pulled away. He gave me the glass of water on his bedside table, and sat next to me. "They are not my parents." I forced through my teeth, every word laced with hurt, bitterness and hatred. He understood at once, and pulled me into another hug. I didn't cry anymore. The pain slowy turned to rage. The throbbing gash in my heart fueling the fire in my veins. My hands were balled into fists, shaking. I stayed in the comfort of Fabian's arms as he held me together. He kept me from exploding. Stopped me from running back to my house and possibly murdering them.

"We're leaving. To England. Now." He told me, after a while. My brain wasn't able to process that. I stared at him blankly. "You said something about a House of Anubis, and how there's this mystery that may be the reason you're here. My parents will go out of town tonight, not far, but they won't be back 'till next week. I figured we should chack this place out." He explained. I stayed silent but questions formed in my eyes. He seemed to have read them. "Fares' on me. Don't worry about it. I got money saved up." He said with a small smile.

My eyebrows shot up, amused. I was impressed. "How exactly are we getting there? To the airport. On our bikes? How about my passport? Won't your parents be mad at you're impromtu flights to England?" I tested. Hope lit my eyes. I didn't care if we rode our bikes to England. I didn't care if we swam to England.

"They won't find out." He shrugged and continued, "Transportation? Covered. I got a rental. And I can help you sneak in to your house for your passport." We did as he said. I snuck in through my window, Fabain giving me a boost. I heard her in the kitchen, and I was seeing red. It took a lot of energy to contain myself. I hoped Fabian was holding my pieces together again to keep me from barging in there and strangling her to death. I focused on my task. I changed into a shirt and jeans and gathered a few clothes, some money and my passport into my bag. I threw it out the window and Fabian caught it. I jumped back down.

We were back at his house and in their garage. The rental car was sitting there, old and rusty. It looked like it wouldn't drive an inch. I didn't complain, I just eyed it as Fabian apologized, "I'm sorry about this. I use it to practice driving." I fought back a giggle. "It was the cheapest one in the lot."

He drove away after I got in, and I never looked back. Fabian drove slow, really slow. I didn't know if it was him or the car that might break down any minute. I didn't mind it, though. I was glad it moved at all. The smile that crept to my face grew wider each mile we take. I was finally going to England, away from my hell. I knew things wouldn't be simple with my situation and all, but I pushed it to the back of my head. I tried not to think of the complications this journey might bring or the complicated lies I left behind. Instead, I focused on the now.

We were almost crossing state lines, nearing the supposed exit, when instead of more road, there was a thick wall of tress in front of us. We slowed to a stop. "Wait, the road's not supposed to end yet." I said, confused. Fabian sighed and got out of the car, I did the same.

He was thoughtful for a moment, then he spoke, "I guess we're going on foot." I groaned inwardly and mumbled a 'fine.' He offered his hand, and I took it, slightly blushing. We picked up our bags and walked towards the unknown.

We weaved through the forest, hand in hand. As we got deeper in, my breaths got shallower, my heart quickening in pace. Little movements made me jump. Every sound startled me. I was panicking. It was dark, creepy and claustrophobic. I knew someone was watching me. I could feel it at the back of my head. I tried to ignore it and focused more on not running away. I knew if I did, I'd get more lost. A few more quick breaths, I notice the trees were getting thinner, growing farther and farther apart. I saw brightness in the distance. I knew we were almost out. I exhaled, relieved. Then I felt Fabain's grip on my hand tighten, his body tensing. I peaked at his face to see what was wrong. His eyes grew wide, alomost bulging out of its sockets, seeing things I didn't. He swallowed loudly. "Nina, we're doomed." He said, breathless.

"What?" I asked, confused. We walked further and we were out. There were no more trees, but grass. I immediately saw what Fabian meant, but it didn't register into my mind. There was a short stretch of land and that was it. "Oh." I said. We stared at the sight before us for a long time, not believing what we saw, thinking our eyes were playing tricks at us.

Land ended into nothingness. A blank space. Empty. "I think we reached the end of the world."